dream.

At 11:30 pm, i sit in a room, wood-panelled on four sides, and look beyond the yellowing plates of greasy finger-food and transleuscent beer mugs, some half-empty, others half-full…

from behind the tobacco-scented smoky haze, i see a thought-bubble rise and dissolve…and i zone out of the humdrum. in a matter of micro-seconds, i try and decipher the alphabets in the thought bubble, carefully jumbled…yet carelessly obvious.

they all form a pattern, and suddenly disappear into the binary matrix of space-time.

almost as if on cue, i feel my sweaty fingers work a text on the nokia, and the ’send message’ prompt is prompter than it’s required…

poof! it goes travelling through airwaves, taking with it the dust-and-grime smelling delhi air…floating through matrices of binary signals into another, richer nokia cousin that’s been soaking in the hussain sagar breeze…

a chain is started and soon the weakest link is identified…

~ by deep purple on October 14, 2008.